I looked to my companions, who were standing off to the side staring at me as sharp, icey pain resonated throughout my leg.
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEONE CUT THIS SPIKE!"
"You're the one with the sword, hon," Araches pointed out. I would have liked to have decapitated her just then, but unfortunately my lack of foot made this a difficult desire to fulfill.
As the glowing floor beneath me became painted with my blood, Fooruman slid over to me in his canoe and shouted, "By my ARCANE POWERS, I purge this young man of his spikey foot thing!" The archmage whacked the spiked bar with his canoe oar, but the vibration merely intensified the already-intense pain I was experiencing.
"Araches, melt this spike!" I commanded.
The sexually confused sorceress conjured a ball of fire and slung it at the spike. The ice on the outside melted, revealing it to actually be made of solid steel. I was beginning to get upset.
"Mr. Spike," I then said, "please leave me alone."
I'm not sure if it was the pain or massive bloodloss that caused me to say this, but it was my last resort. All attempts at escaping the spike with the gem in hand having failed, I, at long last, let go of the gem. The moment it fell to the ground the spike retreated back into the ceiling.
"Wow!" Fawriel suddenly declared. "Did you guys see that? The blood bounced on the ice!"
Everyone stared at him for a moment, until Leetzan said, "Yeah. Blood does that."
"Oh," Fawriel replied, as I clenched my shattered, bleeding foot. "I didn't know that."
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